if you told me your dog was heterosexual i'd be like. uh. dogs don't have a concept of gender or sex dipshit. but if you told me your dog was gay i'd be like that fucking rips bro hell yes
I’m so fucking sick of people calling Ray the “normal” one in mcr. He’s so far from normal. Not only is he just as weird and strange as the others, but he may actually be worse, he’s the definition of balls to the wall. Like, do you know the type of person you have to be to be best friends with Gerard Way for over two decades? And to know them so well its like you’re an extension of their creative process? To be able to make those weird little dream in his head a reality? Do you know how absolutely off kilter your brain has to be? Ray wrote the instrumentation for the Breakfast Monkey pilot. He loves wrestling so much, there’s a decent chance you can watch an old WWE match and see him in the crowd losing his mind. He used to carry a little spider man action figure in his pocket all the time. He learned how to play guitar by ear, by listening to his favorites and then mashing the lead and rhythm guitar parts together, that’s why he plays Like That now. He has a degree in film, and wrote and filmed a short where a guy is obsessed with eggs and goes insane when he can’t open the last one in his dozen. He wrote mama on a dare. A dare. Like, hello!?!?!
update to the Playing Undertale With Roommate Whose Only Social Media is Pinterest situation: we only just got to waterfall and so far it has been a fucking trip
they have No Idea the significance of Flowey yet. not even a hint. they thought the sans echo flower conversation was about echo flowers
during the papyrus date and especially when they got to his room they kept looking at me and saying "THIS is your man????" which they stopped asking after the date. they have read some of my fics. i do not think i am any less insane to them now
they gave papyrus a valley girl voice btw. mostly because i had to beg them not to give him a mickey mouse voice instead
they didn't fucking know what skeletor sounds like
bc i know The Efficient Ways to do Things and they don't they've been reminding me of a buncha details & lines of dialogue I don't actually have embedded in my memory. particularly "PAPYRUS IS HUNGRY, TOO! HUNGRY FOR JUSTICE!"
they got the "Can I speak to G..." phone call. i have never once gotten that in any of my playthroughs, probably because i don't usually go up to that area but still. ik its not REALLY rare but i have never actually seen it Organically before so it was crazy to ME
Dogsong is my morning alarm ok. so when it showed up in the game and they realized they recognized it on a subconscious level they looked physically pained
Undyne's first chase scene scared the shit out of them
My best friend Langa is a descendant of the snow spirit. He is not very expressive but I did noticed little snowman appearing when he is happy and ngl I find it kinda cute
jisung steps out onto the balcony where you've escaped to, and immediately sees the tears that streak your cheeks. it's stupid, and maybe you shouldn't have come to this stupid little get-together in the first place when you woke up feeling like garbage. but all it really takes is one wrong comment to jab at you in a way that hurts for you to wait a bit before excusing yourself for some air. when you glance at your phone, you realize you've been out here for over ten minutes.
jisung's already moving toward you before you can come up with an excuse though, pulling you into his arms and rubbing your back. "i promise, he didn't mean it like that--"
"no, i--i know," you sigh, wrapping yours arms around him. "i'm just sensitive today."
he presses a kiss against the side of your head. "that's okay. do you want to stay? i'll make an excuse to leave if you wanna go--"
you shake your head, and just hug him a little tighter. "just... gimme a minute."
so he does. he sways a little while he holds you, letting you piece yourself back together. you know the guy didn't mean to hurt you in the slightest: seungmin just sometimes made comments that were meant to be funny. this was meant to be funny, too, and yet it hit you in the wrong way. you know he'll apologize, too, if you tell him, but you don't unless it starts bothering you more. it's one minor comment: no need to make a big deal out of it.
"we can stop by that ice cream place on our way home," he hums a little. "or we can cuddle and play games when we get home..."
"... can we do both?"
he chuckles warmly, drawing back and wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. "whatever you wanna do," he says, so filled with love for you. he'll do anything to turn the day around if you let him. "you ready?" he nods toward the door. "i'll say you got a phone call while you were out here."
you lean in for one quick peck before either of you move. "thanks, honey."
and he steals one more kiss from you before the two of you head back inside, feeling better than before.
I don't see posts all that often about it though I'm sure they exist and are worded much better than this, but an integral part of destigmatizing disability is destigmatizing disability you find personally gross.
People with full bowel incontinence. People that drool. People that stim by picking their nose or eating their hair and skin. People that can't shower or bathe without help, if they shower or bathe at all. And while I hate to put them on this list, I've seen how they've been talked about, obese people are included.
These people are just as deserving of respect and accomodations as any other disabled person.
As this post leaves my tumblr bubble please, if you live in the United States, sign this petition to update the ADA's accessibility guidelines to include mandatory companion restrooms with adult changing tables.
Something about qTubbo not just going on a silent killing spree, but making sure it's equal and fair to his opponents sends chills down my spine.
This feeling of seeing someone devolve from hopeless diplomacy to mindless slaughter in just one day and STILL seeing remnants of that fairness yesterday's person so desperately hoped for just. Haunts me
This whole time he could've went for every single kill, could've struck and maimed, could've been showered in a bloodbath day after day
But he chose to farm impossible resources instead, nerfing his whole team to make everything fair.
It haunts me.
It makes me think about what put Tubbo in that ice prison in the first place, just how much is he capable of?
If pushed far enough what would he do?
I mean we saw a glimpse of the lengths he'd go to with Quackity, and even THEN he didn't lay a single finger on the duck.
He could've killed him over and over and over and overandoverandoverandover, but he didn't. He phycologically fucked with his mind.
Just who is Tubbo really?
An engineer, the youngest of the server, kind, slightly naive to a fault, trusting, selfless.